"Giles-- Mr.Winterborne," she said.
He was so high amid the fog that he did not hear.

"Mr.Winterborne!" she cried again, and this time he stopped, looked down, and replied.
"My silence just now was not accident," she said, in an unequal voice.
"My father says it is best not to think too much of that--engagement, or understanding between us, that you know of.

I, too, think that upon the whole he is right.

But we are friends, you know, Giles, and almost relations." "Very well," he answered, as if without surprise, in a voice which barely reached down the tree.

"I have nothing to say in objection--I cannot say anything till I've thought a while." She added, with emotion in her tone, "For myself, I would have married you--some day--I think.